dreams

open wounds
burn like hell
like that hot ass desert sun
blistering my hands
my feet
my everything
but for love
the distance is so
annoying
so painful
that i fall
into the only ocean
that i have seen for miles
in which i relaize
in that moment
in that breath
its fiction
the sun
the wounds
the scars
the dirt
its all fiction...\
i wake up
i wake up next to you
i was alone
fiction
fiction fiction fiction
and i lost it
i woke up gasping for air
as if i was underground
burning and trying
trying everything to get out
clinging to what i thought
was my air
and i lay back down
i cuddle up next to you
and began that awful dream
once again